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His Name's Not Patty!

It always seems to be the same, that for each and every year all the people come in droves just to share in all the cheer. But, do they really know of what it really means on this very holy day when we celebrate the green? It’s not about the nationality, though many think it’s so. That’s why I’m here to give you facts that you all need to know. The man whose day we celebrate was a man like you and me. He helped many find the truth about the Trinity. Using the shamrock as a guide, he helped them on their way. That’s why they’re so many Catholics in Ireland today. This man, enslaved by Irish pagans, was of Welsh descent. Due to pagan ways and his prayers, Ireland is where he went. He tried so hard to make them see the reality of the Lord. He prayed for those who refused to see and those who chose to ignore. Many say, he chased the snakes far from Ireland’s shore. Though, in fact, he converted pagans to where they’d find the Lord. So, you see, it’s not important, if you wear the green. Don’t sport the color if your not Irish, by any means. Instead, just feel the Lords presence, in each and every way, but most of all, his name’s not Patty, it’s Patrick and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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